Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?

I never drew a picture of anything that was before me but always from fancy, a sure sign of the absence of artistic eyesight; and I illustrated my lack of real feeling for art by a very early speech: 'Mama,' said I, 'I have drawed a man. Shall I draw his soul now?

The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.

Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.

Nothing like a little judicious levity.

So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.

My idea of man's chief end was to enrich the world with things of beauty, and have a fairly good time myself while doing so.